She spoke slowly. ’ Melusine could not suppress a smile. It had her raven locks, her pouting lips. It was neither good nor bad. But I'm not worrying about that. Perhaps some one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands.
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